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[denuor-archived]

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-- hmvlss }

     Freezing. That was the one word that ran through Holden's mind as he made his way down the busy street. He needed warmth, no he craved it. These cold autumn days were the reason why Holden hardly ever left his estate to begin with. Though, he had been yearning for a scolding hot cup of coffee and that's just where his feet were taking him. Clad in one of his warmest, and probably most expensive, coats-- Holden continued his venture toward his usual coffee shop, hands shoved in the coat's pockets to keep them as warm as possible. But then a sudden impact took him off guard. Of course he hadn't been watching where was going. He had been too distracted by the piercing cold winds that just wouldn't let up, he hadn't even noticed where he was headed until he had bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry I--" But just then, Holden paused mid-sentence. From what he had observed, the shorter man looked like a mess. Definitely not as well put together as he was, of course but he couldn't help but wonder-- Was this man homeless?

     It was especially hard for him to imagine a life without the comfort of his own home. He was safe there-- It was the place Holden knew he could go if he were in danger or just to get away from the bustling life outside. But he hardly leaves his home much to begin with, so the thought of living without one was almost unfathomable. Holden then lifts both of his hands to re-situate the collar of his coat, releasing a sigh and a nod of his head as an apology. Finally gathering is words as he spoke again.

     "I'm sorry I didn't--       uh, see you there.       Are you alright?"

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"Sorry about that. My hand slipped."

-- dvsfctionl }

     Holden had woken up that morning in a terrible mood-- He wasn't sure why, but it happened to him from time to time. He rolled over, staring out the large window just a few feet away from his bed. Gazing outside he noticed only one difference from the night before-- It was raining. For most, this would ruin one's mood even more but in Holden's case, there was only one thought that crossed his mind. He reached over to the table beside his bed, grasping his phone and quickly typing out a message.

[ sᴍs → patch ]: Hey you, are you awake--[ sᴍs → patch ]: You need to come over now.[ sᴍs → patch ]: It's raining. 

     After he had hit send, he anxiously awaited his friend's arrival. They agreed that the next time it rained they would go outside and play in it. It was something that sounded so childish and ridiculous to him at first-- He was even surprised when the other had agreed to partake in the activity. But once he had finally arrived at his home, that's just what they did. The two were splashing in the puddles that began at form as the rain became heavier, their previously dry clothing now almost completely soaked from the rain. But as they were having their fun, Patch did something unexpected. As his back was turned, Holden was abruptly pushed over into the grass-- His clothes and his hands were now almost completely covered in dirt and mud. Turning his head to glare at the other, all he noticed was the other male start to laugh at him. "Sorry about that. My hand slipped."

     No way was Holden going to let the other get away with this. But for now he played it cool-- His bottom lip curled into a pout, reaching a hand up in the other's direction. "You're an ass... Whatever-- Just help me back up, will you?" 

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-- chxerin }

     Pushing through the crowded street, Holden came to the realization that he was completely unfamiliar with his surroundings. Most days he didn't leave the comfort of his own home since he felt safe and secure there-- But today was different. Today was one of those days that Holden felt as though he needed a breath of fresh air. He usually enjoyed wandering in the streets, without anyone knowing of his whereabouts-- But this time was different. He was lost. Holden thought he hadn't walked very far, but after frantically walking around with a fast pace, in hope to find something, anything familiar to him-- He gave up.

     The sun was beginning to set behind the clouds, with a sigh of exhaustion Holden decided it was best to just ask someone else for assistance. Of course he was very cautious as he approached the blonde female, tapping her lightly on the shoulder. As she turned her head, Holden was almost at a loss for words-- He definitely recognized her from somewhere but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Forgetting the thought with an abrupt shake of his head, Holden made sure to clear his throat before he finally spoke.

"Uhm.. Excuse me miss, but-- Can you please tell me where I am?"